The SeasonsFrom the Press of C. Whittingham, 1822 - 158 sider |
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Side 14
... fear , of feeble fancies full , Weak and unmanly , loosens every power . E'en love itself is bitterness of soul , A pensive anguish pining at the heart ; Or , sunk to sordid interest , feels no more That noble wish that never cloy'd ...
... fear , of feeble fancies full , Weak and unmanly , loosens every power . E'en love itself is bitterness of soul , A pensive anguish pining at the heart ; Or , sunk to sordid interest , feels no more That noble wish that never cloy'd ...
Side 17
... fear . At last , while haply o'er the shaded sun Passes a cloud , he desperate takes the death , With sullen plunge . At once he darts along Deep - struck , and runs out all the lengthen'd line : Then seeks the furthest ooze , the ...
... fear . At last , while haply o'er the shaded sun Passes a cloud , he desperate takes the death , With sullen plunge . At once he darts along Deep - struck , and runs out all the lengthen'd line : Then seeks the furthest ooze , the ...
Side 25
... fear , and every power Roused into life and action , light in air The ' acquitted parents see their soaring race , And once rejoicing never know them more . High from the summit of a craggy cliff , Hung o'er the deep , such as amazing ...
... fear , and every power Roused into life and action , light in air The ' acquitted parents see their soaring race , And once rejoicing never know them more . High from the summit of a craggy cliff , Hung o'er the deep , such as amazing ...
Side 34
... fears Invented wild , ten thousand frantic views Of horrid rivals , hanging on the charms For which he melts in fondness , eat him up With fervent anguish and consuming rage . In vain reproaches lend their idle aid , Deceitful pride ...
... fears Invented wild , ten thousand frantic views Of horrid rivals , hanging on the charms For which he melts in fondness , eat him up With fervent anguish and consuming rage . In vain reproaches lend their idle aid , Deceitful pride ...
Side 35
... fear . What is the world to them , Its pomp , its pleasure , and its nonsense all ! Who in each other clasp whatever fair High fancy forms , and lavish hearts can wish ; Something than beauty dearer , should they look Or on the mind ...
... fear . What is the world to them , Its pomp , its pleasure , and its nonsense all ! Who in each other clasp whatever fair High fancy forms , and lavish hearts can wish ; Something than beauty dearer , should they look Or on the mind ...
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amid Apennine art thou Autumn beam beauty beneath blast blaze bliss bloom bosom boundless breast breath breeze bright Cincinnatus clouds dark darting deep delight deluge descends diffused dreadful E'en earth ether exalts fair fair brow faithless fancy fierce flame flocks flood form'd gale gentle glebe gloom glowing grace grove happy heart heaven herds hills Lapland light lustre luxury Lycurgus matchless maze mingled mix'd mountains Muse naiads Nature Nature's night o'er Palemon passions peace plain poison'd pomp pride race rage rapture rills rise roar robe rocks roll round rural scene season shade shake shining shoot silvan smile snow soft song soul spreads Spring storm stream stretch'd sublime swain sweet swelling swift tempest tender thee thou thought thunder toil Typhon vale vex'd virtue walks wander waste wave wide wild winds wing Winter wintry woods wrapp'd youth
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Side 158 - As home he goes beneath the joyous moon. Ye that keep watch in heaven, as earth asleep Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beams, Ye constellations, while your angels strike, Amid the spangled sky, the silver lyre. Great source of day! best image here below Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, From world to world, the vital ocean round, On Nature write with every beam His praise.
Side 158 - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound His stupendous praise, whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. So roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him, whose sun exalts, Whose breath...
Side 158 - Man marks not thee, marks not the mighty hand That, ever busy, wheels the silent spheres, Works in the secret deep, shoots steaming thence The fair profusion that o'erspreads the Spring, Flings from the sun direct the flaming day, Feeds every creature, hurls the tempest forth, And, as on earth this grateful change revolves, With transport touches all the springs of life.
Side 134 - Disaster'd stands ; sees other hills ascend, Of unknown joyless brow ; and other scenes, Of horrid prospect, shag the trackless plain : Nor finds the river, nor the forest, hid Beneath the formless wild ; but wanders on From hill to dale, still more and more astray ; Impatient flouncing through the drifted heaps, Stung with the thoughts of home ; the thoughts of home Rush on his nerves, and call their vigour forth In many a vain attempt.
Side 157 - THESE, as they change, Almighty Father, these, Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart, is joy.
Side 135 - Smooth'd up with snow; and what is land — unknown, What water — of the still unfrozen spring, In the loose marsh...
Side 157 - But wandering oft, with brute unconscious gaze, Man marks not Thee, marks not the mighty Hand That, ever busy, wheels the silent spheres ; "Works in the secret deep ; shoots, steaming, thence The fair profusion that o'erspreads the Spring...
Side 11 - From the bent bush, as through the verdant maze Of sweet-briar hedges I pursue my walk; Or taste the smell of dairy ; or ascend Some eminence, AUGUSTA, in thy plains, And see the country, far diffus'd around, One boundless blush, one white-empurpled shower Of mingled blossoms; where the raptur'd eye Hurries from joy to joy...
Side 127 - SEE, Winter comes to rule the varied year, Sullen and sad, with all his rising train : Vapours, and clouds, and storms. Be these my theme, These ! that exalt the soul to solemn thought, And heavenly musing. Welcome, kindred glooms ! Congenial horrors, hail ! with frequent foot...